Lian Yang also felt that if he continued to fight like this, he might not even have the strength to escape! The guy in front of him was too strong! He was right, since his target was not him, why bother fighting him? What he had already done
The benevolence and righteousness have been exhausted! Next...it depends on Mu Chenfeng's own fate!
The power of the fire spirit on Lian Yang's body faded away, and the red uniform of a Jihuo Temple disciple was also in tatters...
"Can you answer a question for me?"
Lang Huan squinted his eyes: "You don't need to know things you shouldn't know...knowing too much will be bad for you!"
Lian Yang showed a look of disdain: "Stop pretending! Hmph... What is your relationship with Old Man Guilin? Why do you have his Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner? I wonder if you also have the Soul Gathering Banner! Hmph...
Humph... these two things are the lifeblood of Old Man Guilin! Or... you are simply Old Man Guilin!"
Lian Yang's words made Lang Huan's calm expression suddenly turn murderous: "Boy! Do you want to die? Believe it or not, I can make your soul fly away in half a cup of tea..."
Lian Yang waved his hand, and the divine flying sword flashed under his feet. Lian Yang jumped on the flying sword, and the flying sword directly turned into a stream of light and left...
In the distance, the voice of Lian Yang came...
"Don't worry! I'm not interested in your secrets! And even if you have the Soul Gathering Flag in your hand, it's not that easy to capture me! Humph... You and I both came here with a purpose. It's not that I'm afraid of you.
, but I don’t want to fight to the death with an inexplicable guy like you..."
Lang Huan knew that if he kept this person, he would be a serious problem sooner or later. He never expected that there would be such a formidable opponent among the disciples of Jihuo Temple! He originally thought that the disciples of the three sects who came into the Blood Demon Secret Realm would be able to break through after entering.
In the spiritual void layer, with the help of magic weapons, at most it is the combat power of the early stage of the layer! But now it seems... there are sects as backstage monks who are very popular, some leapfrog magic weapons, and some elementary small forbidden spells, plus these, I'm afraid
They may not be defeated against a being with strength close to level 9...
Lang Huan quickly threw away these messy thoughts. He could not waste any more time! He must catch Mu Chenfeng as soon as possible and get the spirit rat in his hand! Otherwise...the purpose of entering the secret realm this time,
I’m afraid it will be difficult to achieve!
Thinking about it, Lang Huan made a move with his hand, and the level 4 divine flying sword turned into a white light, carrying Lang Huan and disappeared from the place...
Lang Huan cast a soul-seeking curse on Mu Chenfeng. Unless he died or escaped within a certain range, Lang Huan could sense his general direction, so he was naturally not afraid of losing him! However, Lang Huan
Never expected...
…
"Senior Brother Situ, my injury is getting more and more serious. This wound seriously affects the recovery speed of my spiritual power, and the flying sword is also a little bit out of control..."
Mu Chenfeng stopped, and Situ Huyi supported Mu Chenfeng: "Junior brother! You can't stop, senior brother Lian Yang won't be able to hold on for long!"
Mu Chenfeng took out a spiritual stone from the Qiankun in his sleeve, hoping to restore his lost spiritual power, but he did not expect that Situ Huyi actually wanted to...
"Junior Brother Mu, are your injuries serious?" Situ Huyi's eyes were not concerned, but rather greedy. Poor Mu Chenfeng didn't even notice this...
"My injury is quite serious. How about, Brother Situ, please help me and give me a helping hand?"
Mu Chenfeng, a big idiot, didn't even realize that the crisis was coming. Situ Huyi chuckled: "Okay! I'll help you, junior brother! I'll give you a ride..."
When he heard these words, Mu Chenfeng realized for the first time that something was wrong...